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Butterfly Fate

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I often wonder where people go to;
When their bodies lie lifeless before you.
I cannot count the countless times,
That I have laid my tears before a shrine,
Only to wonder if I should really be crying…
Over those beloved ones that keep dying.
Time after time I hear whispers in my ears,
“Do not worry. I am still here,
Just not as you know me to be,
Instead, I now reside everywhere,
Beyond the boundaries of these identities,
That you have so kindly given to me.
I am now another possibility you see
A boundless, potential energy,
Wrapped up in the wires of a cosmic light-show
And I thank you for letting me glow
For letting me illuminate you,
And thank you, for your loving light too.”
I cannot shake the voice from my head
I cannot believe that she is dead.
For many death is a ceasing, this time it is not death.
No, this is not the finale, she does not cease her breath.
She does not lie lifeless within her tomb.
Her silence is just her resting in her new womb.
As she changes from her caterpillar state
Only to fly into her butterfly fate.

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Jodah 8 weeks ago from Queensland Australia

I love this poem, Valerie. Much food for thought. Welcome to HubPages.

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